My exact feelings about winter.
This makes me love her even more. Go Girl on Fire!
You go Jennifer Lawrence. We need more people like you in Hollywood <3
This is really awesome of her! She might be my new favorite actress.
here’s to impatient assholes
i’ve been watching this repeatedly for the last 3 minutes and it’s still perfect
let’s have a toast to the douche bags
to every asshole who has tried to speed up the shoulder past the traffic….
This is what a REAL rape prevention campaign looks like
All the awards.
DO ME A HUGE FAVOR AND REBLOG THIS!
This is perfection in a campaign
I love how they included a situation where a guy could’ve gotten raped. People don’t seem to realize that males get raped too. It’s less common, but it happens. That is what sets this campaign apart from others.
This kind of campaigning needs to become more public.
Forever reblog this. Love these ads.
Love that they show how rape can happen in relationships, too. This campaign wins all sorts of awards.
I want to say how grateful I am that they included that men CAN rape other men. It happens, but people seem to forget.
This is the saga of my shopping trip today. Its going to be boring and mopey. Feel free to scroll.
I went shopping today, and I should have been all happy, cuz bitches LOVE shopping right!? Wrong. I do not love shopping… for hours… alone… for something specific which i can not find and could not afford if i did find… yeah. I dont love that.
I think what got me down the most is that I was all alone. Not in the way that I just went shopping and nobody was with me… In the way that nobody COULD go with me, because I have no friends or family within 2.5 hours. It sounds stupid but I really need someone, ANYONE to bounce ideas off of, someone to say… those shoes dont go with that dress, or, I think a purple shirt would work well with that, or, let me grab you a bigger size so you don’t have to get dressed, go find it, and then go back to the dressing room. Nope. I was alllllll alone.
I bought a dress last week for this party I’m going to tomorrow, but decided last night that the dress wouldn’t work. The party is “glitterazzi” themed, so the outfit should be kinda fancy/glamourous/celebrity-y, as well as decked out (classily, if thats possible) in glitter. The dress I had bought was CUTE and looked so good on me, and was only $22, and I loved it…. but it only had a teensy tinsy bit of glitter on it, and was a bit too fancy for the party anyways, so I decided last night to return the dress.
I walked into Maurice’s (where i got the original dress) today expecting just to get store credit back and to have to buy something there but the girl said she could give me cash! Awesome! I decided to shop around and try things on anyways. I had on the shoes and necklace i planned to wear to the party, so I tried and tried to put an outfit together, with no luck. Nothing went with the shoes AND the necklace, and nothing I had liked last week when I was shopping looked quite as good as I remembered it…. this was partly because I didnt do my hair today, so it looked all stringy and dull, which doesnt do even the best outfit any favors! I finally gave up at Maurice’s (around 1pm…), took my cash and went to Marshall’s. At this point I was still in pretty good spirits because the associates at Maurice’s are always so super sweet and helpful. I made the mistake of originally telling the girl the party was cancelled, and thats why i returned the dress (i always feel like i need to make excuses and appologize for returning things… stupid) so I couldnt exactly be like ” actually i need help finding a different dress cuz i lied before”…. anyways I gave up there and went to marshall’s.
I walked into Marshall’s determined, with $41 in my pocket, fairly sure of what I wanted and committed to finding it without stress or frustration (hint- totally unsuccessful on this front). I marched in and quickly filled my arm with glittery tops, dresses and some pants to go with the tops. I got to the dressing room (trip 1) and found that the pants (all 3 pairs I had picked up, in what I thought were my size) were too small. Great. Now I have nothing to try on with these shirts. I liked the shirts, but who the heck knows if they’ll work since i have NO PANTS to try them with! Try on the booty shorts I grabbed… oh god what was I thinking NO WAY can i wear these. GR! I left the shirts in the dressing room to go find some pants….. I got more sparkly shirts and after about 20 minutes made my way back to the dressing room (trip 2). Shirts- gone. Dang it, these associates were on top of putting shit away, thats for sure. I found the shirts, thankfully, among the things to put away, grabbed the dresses I hadn’t tried on yet, and the larger sized pants. Pants were too big. Shirts looked weird with the pants. Dress was cute but too sweet/girly looking for the club, other dress made me look like a sausage, squeezed into a casing, and all lumpy under a thin layer of glitter. No, no and no. Starting to get discouraged here, not to mention the extensive (seriously, they still hurt) scratches I’m getting from pulling glittery shirts on and off. Its 2pm.
‘Crap, I’ve been her an HOUR already! Dang it. Ok. More shirts. Maybe these pants will fit with a belt. Maybe this dress will work with the right shoes. Maybe these shirts will look good with the right pants. DAMN IT these scratches hurt. I’m hungry.’
Trip 3 to the dressing room is equally depressing and unfruitful, except for more scratches on my arms. Screw you, sequins, what did I ever do to you! Things were just not going my way.
Wandering around the store, flipping through racks of clothes for the fourth time, carrying not-quite-right pieces longing for a match. Texting friends… ‘will these work? what would you think if i got this? what are you wearing?’ and hearing nothing back.
This is when the loneliness sets in. Everything bubbles to the surface.
We dont have the money for this! What am I thinking! Maybe I should just make something that I already have work. I dont have anything that would work… But nothing here works either! My stomach sticks out in everything I wear! I’m so alone and I need help! Everything here is so expensive and I’m tired and hungry and alone and dang it my arms still hurt!!!
Fuck. Now I’m crying in marshall’s, wandering aimlessly around the men’s section so nobody sees me. Flipping, unfocused through racks of clothes AGAIN even though I can’t see anything through the blur of tears that just keep falling.
Amanda texts me back YES THANK GOD. I need a friend right now. Screw it, she says. Wear what you want, she says, we just want to see you and hang out. Don’t worry about the outfit, just wear what you’re happy in. She is truly wonderful. I go grab these shoes I’ve been wanting for months because damnit I work hard and I deserve these…and start searching through the sweaters because all I want right now is to be cozy and comforted. Dang it I cant afford shoes, pants and a sweater! UGH why is this so hard!!!
Scott texts back- my hero. Buy what you want baby, he says, we can transfer a little money out of savings. Things are getting better. It is 3:30….’Why is shopping so dramatic!?’ I think…. HEY what about this skirt! I tried this on before! my butt looked AWESOME! Grab the skirt. grab a sweater. hey… I think this could work. Try the skirt and the sweater (trip 4) and HALLELUIA it works. I look cute. I feel good. The sweater covers my newly scratched up arms!
Thank god this is over. And I’m buying these fucking shoes, I think, because I sure as hell am not spending 4 hours shopping and not getting these shoes. $60!? Ok, whatever. Pay the lady….. aaah fresh air! Holy crap is it 4pm!? Hop in the car… call scott. No answer. Ugh. Call Mom. ANSWER! Cry to Mom. Mom is the best. Sometimes a girl just needs her mom. Hang up with mom, Scott calls back! Cry to Scott.
When I finally got home I was drained…. totally completely drained. The kitties snuggled right up with me- they knew their mama was sad and they were the perfect medicine. Scotty snuggled up with me too and we decided that vegan stir fry was just NOT the kind of comfort food I needed. We ordered pizza and breadsticks, and even picked up some toffee from the chocolate shop.
All of this to say…. I binged today, after 10 days of eating vegan. I’m not going to beat myself up for this, because sometimes taking care of my spirit is more important than my body.
For those who are still reading…. I’m equally grateful and shocked. Thank you. Sorry to have wasted your time.
for all my friends in Michigan
Boromir speaks the truth.
Just nearly wet myself, thanks Tumblr.
crazy old maurice!